Fabulous Friday

I know this is jumping the gun a little bit, but we don't have Fabulous Sunday, so I wanted to make sure this fabulous moment got its appropriate air time! My mom is turning <ahem> forty (or something like that...) on Sunday. It's a big birthday, and she doesn't want anyone making a fuss about it because that's how she rolls. And, you might remember, we did take a little trip to celebrate. But, as far as I am concerned, you can never have too much birthday, so I just had to call her out and tell ya'll how great she is on her special day. Look at this foxy lady just chilling in gay Paris!

You may remember that I am kind of (ok, fully) obsessed with my mom. When J. and I started dating (almost twelve years ago), I said to him, "I just want you to know that if you want to date me, you have to understand that everything you say to me will be repeated to my mother." Because he agreed to that relatively (ok, fully) insane condition, we have been happy ever since. I realized in Paris (and many times before and since) that there is something amazing about becoming an adult who actually gets along with her parents, not because they are my parents but because they are interesting, smart, passionate, driven, accomplished people who make excellent friends. There are few people in this world with whom I would rather spend time.

So, I am sad that all my siblings will get to celebrate with my mom this weekend while I am stuck in the land of spandex and patchouli. I will miss eating cake and toasting my BFF. "Forty" never looked better. Love you, Mom. You are truly fabulous, now and always.